Tag: fitness

  • How to Stay Consistent with Fitness: Make Friends with 80-Year-Olds at the Gym

    How to Stay Consistent with Fitness: Make Friends with 80-Year-Olds at the Gym

    I’m not a very social person. Maybe I take after my dad. I’m happy to be by myself, and I usually find it tiring to be around people. It’s been like that for me since middle school. At the same time, though, I’ve always had a group of friends around me due to exercise. In middle school, high school, and college, my friends were my teammates. In graduate school, my friends were running partners. And for a decade after that, my friends were my gym friends. 

    Here’s the story of how I met my gym friends and why they are such a special group for which I will always be grateful.

    A Lucky Meeting

    I had never been regular at a gym, though I’ve always been active. I joined a gym in 2012 to take advantage of the classes they offered, but didn’t plan to do much more than attend one or two dance or aerobics classes a week. It was a women’s gym, though that’s not why I joined. It was affordable and within biking distance, and had a good class schedule for me.

    When I had mild plantar fasciitis one day, I had to cut my run short. I headed to the gym to use the elliptical machine, and that’s when I met “them.” “They” were a group of ladies, aged about 55 to 87, who had been working out together for over 20 years. There was one “young” lady who was only 35, and who had been with them for about 5 years. 

    A Warm Welcome from the Gym Ladies

    They were the gym ladies. , and they welcomed me warmly. They let me into their “group” and introduced me to everyone. They explained the birthday protocol – each lady was responsible for bringing cupcakes to the gym on another lady’s birthday – and told me the lady for whom I was responsible, and the date of her birthday. 

    These ladies had met each other at the gym. Most of them would not have met each other anywhere else. They were a diverse group, including working and retired teachers, a bank teller, a real estate agent (who ended up selling me my home), a saleswoman, a beautician, an entertainer, a president and founder of a non-profit, and some stay-at-home moms (one of whom now works with me). There were parents of children ranging from 5 years old to 65 years old.  They inspired each other to keep showing up at the gym each morning.

    A row of dreadmills becomes less dreadful when you have friends on either side!

    I hadn’t intended to continue using the gym on a daily basis once my plantar fasciitis cleared up. I’d planned to go back to once or twice-weekly dance fitness classes. But the joy of having a whole new group of friends

    An Always Honest and Open Group!

    Though they were among the most consistent and probably fit people of their age, they never pretended that it was easy to come to the gym. The standard response to, “Good morning! How are you?” was, “I’m here.” That might expand into, “I’m doing my best,” “It’s tougher than usual today,” or, “One day at a time.” 

    But instead of that feeling negative, it felt real. We knew we were working hard to be at the gym. From scheduling the time to actually coming, it’s a real effort to work out each day. And that’s where friendship comes in. 

    A Decade Working Out with My “Gym Friends”

    We were each other’s “gym friends.” We welcomed each other, texted or phone when someone was an unexpected no-show at the gym that morning, and were completely open with each other. 

    We’d take machines next to each other whenever possible. We’d have a whole row of ellipticals, or be in smaller groups on the bikes or treadmills. It didn’t matter that a 30-something-year-old (me) was next to an 80-something-year-old. We could chat and work out together. 

    We talked about everything and nothing. What else do you talk about when you’re “stuck” on a gym machine for 30, 60, or 90 minutes? You have time to talk deeply about anything! Since it was a women’s-only gym, we felt comfortable talking loudly, often loudly enough to annoy most of the other women who were present. (In our defense, anyone was welcome to join the conversation…)

    We worked out, laughed, and helped each other at the gym and in life.

    There was no pressure put on our friendships. We accepted each other and looked forward to seeing each other at the gym. We might see one or two of each other outside of the gym occasionally, but there was no requirement. We knew we’d get to see each other at the gym the next morning to start the day off right. You could get a hug if you were down, or a hug if you needed to celebrate. We were there for each other. 

    Continued Friendships After a Decade with the Gym Ladies

    I was able to take advantage of our daily chit-chats and workouts for nearly a decade, until 2020. I learned so much from these women. They shared their wisdom with me, and I learned about acceptance, advice, support, and so many other qualities that these kind people learned through life lessons and were generous enough to share with me. I learned that very different people can benefit from being around each other and listening to each other.

    The gym closed when COVID-19 hit, and then permanently closed due to bankruptcy. By the end of COVID-19, my habits had again changed, and I’d returned to running and biking on my own, perfectly content fitness-wise. 

    But many gym friendships continued. I stay in touch with many of the ladies on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis by phone. I speak with others more sporadically. Every so often, I meet one or another of them somewhere around town, like a market, park, or home. 

    We’re all grateful for those years at the gym and for each other. Some joined new gyms after COVID-19. Others, like me, developed different habits – hikes, classes on Zoom, mall walks, park walks. Some are too old to work out daily anymore – getting to 100 years old while in shape to be self-sufficient is already terribly impressive to me! 

    I am grateful to have met this group of women. I don’t miss working out at the gym, but I do miss the daily chats. Sometimes really great things happen in life, and that gym was one of them for me.

    Which friends and lessons do you truly value?

  • My 30-Year Running Journey: How I Got Started

    I’ve been writing this blog for a while now and I haven’t really mentioned running. When you find out how much I run, you might think that it’s strange that I haven’t talked much about it yet. It may be because running has been a part of me for about 30 years. 

    Although I run six out of the 7 days most weeks, I don’t talk much about it in my daily life. If you ask me what I did today, I probably won’t think to mention that I ran. I probably also won’t explain that I brushed my teeth, took a shower, gave my son breakfast, and went to work. Those things just happen. 

    Here’s a short background on my running and how my running is now, with more sure to come in future posts.

    The First Run Around the Block

    I was always an active child, but my first memory of running for the sake of running was one time when I was being too active in the house and my dad said why don’t I go run around the block. I did.

    We lived on a fairly big block. One lap around it was about 0.6 miles. I remember getting very out of breath and feeling as though it was a very long way, but I finished. I don’t think I enjoyed the run, but it felt good to finish. I was probably about 8 years old. 

    I remember running in anything I was wearing, with my hair flying everywhere!

    Fifth Grade Presidential Fitness Test

    Back then we had to run a mile in fifth grade and our teachers timed us. We didn’t practice first, of course.

    I don’t remember why, but I didn’t run my mile when the rest of the class did. I remember watching them and cheering. I was probably lucky that I got to see how big of a mistake it was to start too fast. Students who did had a lot of trouble finishing. Since I had no experience, it was a good lesson for me to get before running my own mile.

    I ran it a day later, at the same time as a good friend. I don’t remember the running itself being too terrible. I remember finishing and being more out of breath than I’d ever imagined. (That became a more familiar feeling later on, as I began to race). 

    My time? 6:59.71. My teacher decided to round it up to 7:00 for his official submission. In my head, I always considered it to be a sub-7 mile.

    (I won’t bore you with many of my racing times. This one, however, is one that has stuck with me because it’s my first). 

    From Just One of the Sports to a Daily Pursuit

    By the time I got to middle school, I had been looking forward to after-school sports for years. I had a fabulous PE teacher in Middle School. Four days a week, she taught us organized sports if we stayed after school. Twice a week, we played the sport that was in season: volleyball and flag football during the fall soccer and basketball during the winter and softball in the spring. 

    The other two days, we ran after school. As with the other afterschool activities, running was a good experience. The older students were welcoming; I remember the ninth-grader that I was running with stating proudly (or kindly) that now she had a sixth-grade friend. It was an encouraging atmosphere. If you passed someone or they passed you, you both said or grunted something like, “good job,” or, “keep it up.” There was no competitive spirit; it was strictly supportive. 

    As with the mile in fifth grade, I didn’t enjoy much about the actual running part, but it felt very good to stop. I also felt very proud, including for the next two days when my screaming muscles reminded me of the two and a half miles through which they’d carried me. 

    I returned two days later for the next run after school, and I kept it up for all three years of middle school. I am forever grateful to my PE teacher for all she gave me and all of us in terms of her time, expertise, and love. Like many teachers, she was so selfless. She cared so much, and got the best out of us. 

    The Rest Is History

    I ran steeplechase once in college. I am sure it was good for a laugh for spectators. As a terrible steeplechaser, I didn’t find myself very funny.

    My running path was not atypical after middle school. I joined my high school’s cross country and track and field teams. In college, I ran cross country and distance races in track. I ran road races from 5k to marathons in graduate school. I ran a couple of marathons after that. Eventually, I had no more interest in racing, so I stopped. 

    Running After a Racing Career

    I may have stopped racing, but I’ve kept running. I still run 55-70 miles a week. I still run hard when I feel like it, but without looming race dates as deadlines for achieving fitness milestones, I don’t have to run hard when my body asks me not to. Running is both more pleasurable and less injury-inducing when my body dictates my training instead of the calendar dictating. 

    I appreciate having running as something that’s entirely mine. Very few people care whether I run. People rarely ask me how my run was, and I don’t have anything interesting to tell them anyway. I still find that every day is a struggle to get started, but by now, I know that the benefits will be worth overcoming the dread of getting started. 

    It’s important to appreciate yourself and your run. It helps you remember how much it benefits you, so that you can be motivated to do it again tomorrow.

    I hope that I can run for a long time to come. If not, I hope that I will find something else that makes my body and mind feel at peace. 

    What do you do for yourself that is “right?” Is it exercising, doing a hobby, or something else?